The small bedroom was cast in deep shadows as Ethan sat cross-legged on the canvas cot. He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into his mind space.
"Crul, what is the status of our watchers? Do you believe those old men at the pagoda bit the bait?"
["High probability of success, Master,"] Crul's voice resonated smoothly. ["The signatures of the two Heavenly Sword Pavilion observers departed immediately after your demonstration. Their behavioral metrics indicate a complete acceptance of your fabricated identity as the heir of the Brilliant Sword clan. However, tactical prudence is advised. You must maintain this exact facade for a few more weeks until the official disciple selection trials begin. There is no strategic value in overexposing yourself early."]
